@Raijinslayer 
A young man donned in traditional Chinese clothing stood at the center of the summoning. He stood tall and proudly, without a single physical slouch present in his form. His breathing was calm and steady, reminiscent of the monumental stillness exuded by mountains. Yet despite his physical form of absolute steadiness and measured pace, his fiery spirit of youthful vigor remained shining in his eyes. The color that dominated his visual palette was a fiery red, very much an indicator of his spirit. 

The man, the servant Assassin, took note of the man who had summoned him, narrowing his eyes as he pragmatically began assessing every nuance of his master. His physical competency. Posture. Breathing. Expression. All traits that coalesced to form the man known as Charles Dovrain. Of course, Assassin could not fully perceive the full extent of his master's character with simply a cursory glance. Such perception of character was reserved to those who tread among the impoverished or adhered to the more dainty ideologies of internal systems. What Assassin relied on was entirely a sense of refined analysis derived from the mud and grime of practically applied knowledge of internal systems present in Chinese martial arts.

More simply put, he had a fine eye for recognizing what could be more fittingly characterized as the "threat level" of an individual rather than the "emotional composition." There were masters of Chinese martial arts that could pierce through any histrionic veil of character, but Assassin was not that type of master. Such was a byproduct of his lifestyle of killing, further compounded with his naturally pragmatic methodology. 

What he saw did not impress him. Physically, mentally - both aspects were highly in want of refinement. Yet he did not devalue Charles with this assessment. He recognized that Charles, by nature of being a modern human being, could not exactly match up to him through human effort alone. In addition, he respected Charles's status as his summoner, and would willingly recognize him as a master. After all, despite Assassin's reputation in life, he far preferred amiable relations, even in extreme cases such as a duel to the death.

Of course, if Charles was a man of extremes in moral values, an individual consumed by what Western culture would deem the "seven deadly sins", Assassin would not be hesitant to strike him down with a single blow.

But Assassin was curious. What paths did his master walk by? Considering Assassin had been summoned as an Assassin in his fiercer, younger state, then perhaps he desired not a master of the arts, but a killer? 

"Greetings, Charles Dovrain. I am servant assassin: Li Shuwen. It is a pleasure to work with you, but before we begin this partnership, I wish to ask: what do you expect of me?"